Up at the park, I recently saw a group of young women sitting on the grass talking, all of them at least 10′ from each other in a large circle.

Saturday I was heading out of my neighborhood to do some chores and I came across a concert happening at a local intersection. There were four band members, all at least 6′ apart, playing rock standards. The audience was small, probably 50 people, spaced out among the four streets that came together at the intersection, almost everyone wearing masks. Spirits were high. One of the band members introduced his new grandson in the crowd as well as several local artists in the audience including my wife, Laura Baron.

These are not isolated events. We have been saying hello from our front porch while we drink our coffee in the morning to everyone who is out walking. It seems our neighborhood has been getting to know each other better since shelter-in-place began.

When there is a group trauma or ordeal, like a global pandemic, people often pull together. There is a common predicament. Out of the challenge rises human warmth. In an urgent situation, there are always those who come out to help. It’s soul-affirming.

Who might you reach out to this week?


I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.  – Rabindranath Tagore